Goodbye.
While endangering a string of orphan boys who you keep dressing up in tight green booty shorts… for reasons.
Personally a fan of the Sonic Screwdriver, because I like my drinks like I like my ladies: sweet, bubbly, geeky as hell, and able to knock my ass out.
2 parts Sprite
2 parts orange juice
1 part vanilla vodka
1 part Blue Curaçao
Combine and serve in a highball glass on the rocks.
I had the idea for some Don Quixote style story where your average isekai fanboy gets summoned to another world, and it’s the job of a member of the royal guard to protect this guy. The fanboy is a delusional, socially inept, weak lech who is convinced he’s the main character of an eroge, and the knight (the actual protagonist) has to try and keep this idiot from getting himself killed (like explaining that peeping on the princess while she’s bathing would most likely result in execution, not a “meet-cute”). Hijinks ensue.
At this point, it’s just easier to assume that anytime you see four panels in a 2x2 box, it’s loss.
M&M’s commercial for the pretzel ones. Apparently even candy commercials have a fucking wiki nowadays.
Where the hell is the Santa Maria style barbecue for California? We’re basically the only state the eats tritip.
The kind of code an idiot would put on their luggage.